The old fortress by the lake
Lies as ruin millennia long
Amidst its castle's yard
They did bury there a son
The young Elf, too early he met doom
For his own wishes he gave chase
Denied was him a tomb
As was too heavy the disgrace
Iphalór that was his name
A warrior without fear
But for his heart bore greatest shame
Came soon Death him near
Set aflame was he and in love the most
For an Elven woman and her spell
But he had to leave with the host
He knew that very well
His heart had but a single aim
From the enemy he would shy
And battle was to him all the same
His orders he would defy
Iphalór fled in darkness dim
Back to Dark Elven home at heavy cost
For the Maiden rejected him
And so the man was lost
He took his own immortality
Thrown upon his blade
It was to none fatality
No one farewell him bade
A slave buried him to a close
No one would have done it lest
The castle yard they chose
May his bones there rest
Iphalór, so speaks this tale
Should've followed duty and lived in mirth
Today he would be well and hale
Love alone
is of no worth
